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Friday, May 04, 2007

A Moment of Reflection

I was sitting at my desk yesterday and my eyes settled upon the pictures of my Dad, which keep me company here at work. As I reflected upon my life as this wonderful man's daughter, I realised there were so many things I never thanked him for. So I shall now. I hope he is close enough to hear me, it feels like he is.

Thank you, Dad, for:

= Quietly supporting me, even when it was hard for you

= Passing on your mum's green eyes to me

= Helping me see the power of being principled

= Teaching me how to sail

= Making sure I knew how to wire a plug and adjust a ballcock

= Letting me build a thing of beauty with you

= Forcing me into secretarial college

= Forgiving me when I made some really stupid choices

= Providing me with so many opportunities in my life

= Honouring me by choosing me to lean on, during your darkest hours

= Giving me your wicked sense of humour

= Making sure I knew you were always there for me

= Imparting to me, the gift of integrity

= Just being MY Dad. I was so very, very blessed.

And then last night, in a conversation with my guy, I was telling him about something that had happened at work:

Him: you have integrity, my love....pure and simple
Me: a gift from my dad
Him: an excellent gift my love
Me: i'm working on a blog post that will include that
Me : it was...he did give me so many
Him: good
Him: he gave me you....

"He gave me you....". He continues to just knock my socks off. I never thought that the process of growing in love with someone would be such a constant, daily thing. A love so deep, rich, intense, fierce.

My Dad would have been so happy to know I'm loved this much, and this purely, for just being me.


George said...

Sometimes, even when you know something and you keep it hidden in the back of your mind, in the depths of your heart ... when somebody else says that thing to you ... it does floor you, take your breath away and make you dizzy with joy.

Very nice tribute to your father Fiona.

Fiona said...

George - thank you. Your description puts into words what I was feeling, but was unable to express properly!!

Jonas said...

I believe you've given your father an infinite number of reasons to be happy, Fiona.

Fiona said...

Jonas - thank you. There were some times he really, really didn't like my choices, but he always stood by me, quietly accepting that I had to make my mistakes to learn. Though there were times he DID have a few things to say about it all *L*.

Anonymous said...

You're a lucky woman to have had that from your father.

Fiona said...

I am Deb, I really am. He was a remarkable man. I wish I'd had him for longer.

A friend of the family I hadn't seen for almost 20 years, paid me a very dear compliment recently. We met for dinner in the lobby of a hotel, not really knowing what each other would look like after all these years. He arrived and immediately walked up to me and said hello Fiona...I remarked that I wasn't sure he'd remember what I looked like. He said: you look so much like your dad I'd have been able to pick you out in a crowd. I'm so glad I carry his genes so strongly!

Princess of the Universe said...

This blog has inspired me to have a picture of my Dad at my desk. I feel the exact same way about him.

My Mom passed away when I was quite young, but it was so much easier for me than it would have been for some since I was always Daddy's little princess anyhow.

Anonymous said...

With each post I read of yours I am more in admiration of you! I am so glad I stumbled upon your blog.

I am sure your father is smiling down on you !!!


Sunny Delight said...

The woman you are......is a woman he would be very proud of.

If he were alive, I too, would thank him for bringing you into this world.

Fiona said...

Princess - my Dad keeps me company in so many ways. And I still rely on his judgement. I often think, what would my Dad say, before doing something.

Bridget - welcome and thank you:) I do feel his presence, I believe I always will.

Sunny - your words mean so much to me. Thank you hon :)


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